Pressure

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Chubby and The Gang - Pop

Pressure

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I look in the mirror not sure what I see There's a man in my skin staring back at me There's a funeral in my brain Rocking me left to right, lowering me to my grave I can't get no relief Tensions rising as we speak I can't get no relief I can't eat, I can't sleep The rain like drums, pounding in my ear Birds of spring have all disappeared The statues and end times all promised to me Turn to days to weeks to months to years I can't get no relief Tensions rising as we speak I can't gеt no relief I can't eat, I can't sleep Prеssure,pressure, pressure! Coming down like bombs in the night Rolling thunder over city skylinеs There's a drill turning in my skull Gnawing at the bonе inside my head Closer and closer to my brain And I don't think it'll stop until I'm dead I can't get no relief Tensions rising as we speak I can't get no relief I can't eat, I can't sleep Pressure,pressure, pressure! Coming down like bombs in the night Rolling thunder over city skylinеs

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